Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Song at NightJohn Hall Wheelock
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Something is crying under the starry sky,
Between the going night and the growing light.
It is I, it is I.
Something that cries with the hurrying winds that cry
For the You that sleeps deep in the heart of your breast.
It is I, it is I.